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I was born in 1962; you do the math. (See also: I'm too lazy to remember to update this thing regularly.) I bought my first house in the summer of 2009; I share it three cats and with the memories of The Runt and Little Girl, who both passed away in 2011. Rocky, the cat for whom this blog was named, passed away in 2008; I miss them all. I wish I lived somewhere where the winters weren't eight months long; other than that, life is good.

Sunday, May 19, 2013

So, here I am, at 10:30 on a Sunday morning ...

... sitting in the office, getting paid time-and-a-half to blog. Oh, and to research comparable salaries for my position, so that when the boss finally does manage to wander in so we can get our work done, and after the work is finally finished, I can hit him up for a raise.

"Don't do it!," you say. "The economy sucks right now!," you say. "There are lots of people looking for work!"

Yep. It does. There are. And I haven't had a raise in an embarrassingly long time, and the boss has been such a pain in the a** lately that I'm not happy here ANYway, and my research shows that I could walk out that door and get a higher-paying job in fairly short order should it prove necessary, and

... uh oh ... the boss and I just got into a big discussion about Social Security, and also whether Obama is a Muslim (!) (the boss, I swear to God, says he is; I say um no, actually, he isn't)... this is what I'm dealing with here, folks.